Long Gritted Poems

You’re Not the Boss o’ ME!


“You’re not the boss o’ ME!” is a comeback you’ll hear among children when ordered by someone they feel has no privilege to force them to do - or to...

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My pen is like a sword 
I draw it when I'm bored 
So that I can cut it to the core, instead of being torn, I tare through it all, the silence, 
I score the...

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How do I find myself here again
On a couch one more time
Another call that I should make
An irony sublime

We split a few weeks ago
A party I've been having
But She just called me so I'd know
What...

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Cluttering above huddled rooftops
Of sprawling villages 
And shy provincial towns;
Rising sharply amidst swooping
Declinations;
Hesitating when gathering at the
Tangled woodland perimeters of
Outlying greenland bounds,
Jostled apex ridges detach among
Themselves...
When habitually roused from early
Mornings
Newly awakened sounds.

Electrical milk floats whir...

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Ok, I do not know if I should be telling you this,
It is somewhat embarrassing and you will probably laugh and hiss.

I went on holiday to the land of the free
Actually, it was America to...

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Twas a month before Christmas, when all through poetry soup
The poets were writing, their latest scoop.
Their hands flew, across the keyboard with care
Hoping to create, something they could share.

The writers were perched stubbornly in their...

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I nudged my way through the throng of women and positioned myself at the starting line—an archway of variegated pink balloons.  It was mid-October, and a stiff autumn breeze swirled around my body numbing...

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Scarecrow Addict
           

Gritted and dusty
Powered by flack jacket eyes
Bootsteps through grey puddles
Flotilla of cigarette butts
Trash kicked aside
In a desert of litter
Seeking the soulless of death
Chattering...

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It isn't you, she said
It's me 
And set her fabrication free.  
Revealed that covert expertise
In jubilant solemnity
In the art of feigned, half-flattery.
And yet I look on powerless
still dumbstruck by her vanity
Awestruck by her deftly...

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Conley Pratt slouched over the horn
of a battered and trail-worn saddle,
been on the run for several hours now
after being caught rustling cattle.

His side ached, caked in fresh blood
from where a large bullet had struck,
he heard...

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Muscles locked in agony
Every ligament burning 
Pain flooding nerve endings
Labor
Heavy panting of breath
Heart pumping trying to keep up

Behind the canopy of human perception 
Life and Death dance
  
On her knees pushing
Two women holding her
A...

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well, there you go, sweetheart; 
i have done it at last - 
the unthinkable, the reckless, the bold 
and possibly suicidal thing...
i have gritted my teeth and hurled myself out into the 
void, 
into all...

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The Offering Plate

The offering plate 
started at row one
I was in row ten.

I reached in my pants
knowing I had a five
down there somewhere. 

I pulled a crumpled wad
 from my pocket.
A receipt from MacDonalds,
 couple...

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Hush



Hush now my lover
Come rest your head upon my shoulder
Let my arms league bring you closer

Quiet now my love
Or your tears will shred to my ruination
All the courage that I have

Let this soft caress to...

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Can you love me like you do again?

I am gonna leave vengeance to God
Because enemies strike me down
I just sit there and I hopelessly nod
I’ll give you the crown and the spotlight…
I will just wear...

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Pain is a cruel and vicious thing
That grips us tightly in its sting
It gnaws at us both day and night
And makes us tremble with its might

It starts with a twinge or a throb
And quickly turns...

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He found her diary while she was out one day
Reading the entries made him vexed 
He saw a lover she secretly concealed
And with revenge he decided, she will pay
He read on and this is what...

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This is me raping the red of an apple,
the breathy sweetness of the flesh underneath,
a slab of clean, radiant cold filling my mouth. 
I can feel it under my teeth, 
your skin, 
like the calm...

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I smile at you when you aren’t looking.

The set of your mouth, as it furrows irresistibly

Commandeering your face into the desired degree

Of aloof concentration. Chin in hands, you rove about

A world I catch only in...

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my humblest apology if you experience addle brained, frazzled, harried, livid with rage akin to bing mad as a hatter gritted teeth syndrome when trying to make head or tails of confusing message, which essentially...

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would you rather live in a 
totalitarian state which 
doesn’t dilly-dally round the
truth, pretending that citizens
have freedom, feeding them
the illusion that they will not
be crushed more & more 
each day & squandered by the
rich elite...

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Same within.Introspection of Sea Change

08/06/2016
Lemuel Griffiths
aka
Lem Gunn




Fiercest of battles above my head,
Same within.
 
Blue battling the grey,
'Never ending turmoil throughout time.

''I coulda' saved her, 
Kept her sane., 

Love is strange'' .., I told him.., concluded,...

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Secrets beneath the skin...
I was beaten down by lust sin
Camouflaging with the resemblance of rejection reflection
If you cared for me, you'd run away with another love...that love you're adorned with with affection and you earned...

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Life is not as sweet as a bowl of golden glace cherries,
nor is there a golden illuminated future for a fruitless mind.
Trembling hands and gritted teeth disguise my disorderly brain, 
feeling lost in the mist,...

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Break.
My nail hanging on the splintered door frame,
The rusty friction of my poisoned blood
Seeping through the contaminated cracks
Of the tormented nightmare I am in.

Rip.
My flesh from my hands,
Clawing at the jagged walls,
Cutting into my delicate...

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